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Chapter 40 Hundreds of Thousands of Pocket Money

Chapter 40 Hundreds of Thousands of Pocket Money

Mo Yi dreams of becoming a martial arts hero. This is the dream that every boy has in his heart.

Not to mention eliminating harm for the people, at least when others bully you, you can fight back without hesitation.

"I advise you to put it down quickly. I don't know how many bacteria are crawling on it."

Mo Fan is no longer a mortal body. With a glance, he can see some very subtle things.

With the upgrade of his physical body, he will see more in the future, even with his eyes closed, he can perceive the surrounding objects.

"You don't believe it either?"

Mo Yi said lightly, but he just mentioned it casually, even if there were real martial arts cheats, it probably wouldn't be his turn.

The shop owner took the opportunity to say: "Young man, this is true. My family's ancestral secret book, if not for the difficulties in life, I would not be willing to sell it."

What he said was serious, but was poured cold water by Mo Fan's words.

"Then why didn't you succeed in cultivation, didn't become a peerless hero, and you still need to set up a street stall here?"

Even if you are fooling people, you have to use your brains to fool others as fools. According to his way of fooling, sooner or later you will starve yourself to death.

"I don't like to listen to what this little brother has to say. When practicing the exercises, you must pay attention to the right time, place and people. See if you have that physique. I don't have it."

The stall owner is only in his early 40s, and the wrinkles and creases on his face are equally crowded.

He introduced it there solemnly, but Mo Fan didn't listen at all.

Instead, it was a blood-red hairpin that attracted his attention.

This hairpin should be an ancient relic, but he is not sure yet.

Some modern imitations are too powerful to be comparable to the real ones, but the texture and appearance of the hairpin are not quite like imitations.

"How much is this hairpin?"

Mo Fan pointed to the red hairpin and asked.

"This is an ancient relic, at least six to seven million."

The stall owner, the lion, opened his mouth wide.

Mo Fan didn't believe it at all. If the stall owner knew that it was an ancient relic, how could he put it in the corner at will.

If you are not careful, the hairpin will fall to the ground when you turn around.

"Don't fool me. This hairpin should be a modern handicraft. It's so evil as you said. Do you think it can be sold for 70 million?"

Mo Fan took the hairpin and threw it back.

The stall owner smiled and stuffed the hairpin into his hand again.

"If you want it, I'll give you 100 yuan."

Fearing that he wouldn't believe it, the stall owner also tried his best to promote his products.

"As soon as I'm old, it's not easy to sell things here, so you just give me travel expenses, and this hairpin is yours."

Mo Fan took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and placed it on the table.

He just took a gamble on whether the hairpin was what he thought.

"You walk slowly."

The stall owner got 100 yuan, and his face was wrinkled again with a smile.

That thing is completely a piece of plastic, or he picked it up casually on the road, and put it on the stall as a spectacle.

I also thought that some female tourists from other places could fall in love with this hairpin, and sell it for dozens of yuan, which can be regarded as a waste of money.

"Brother, you don't need this hairpin, what did you buy it for?"

With his brother's short hair, there is no need for hairpins at all.

Could it be that she had a girlfriend outside and bought something for her.

"Go in and have a look and you'll know."

Mo Fan walked into the antique shop next to him.

Whether this thing can be sold for money, he has no idea, he just shows some momentum on the surface, so that people can't see that he is a novice Xiaobai.

As soon as I walked in, there was a pair of young people inside, and a pair of jade bracelets were also sold. The moisture and age looked good, but it was only sold for 20 yuan. It is estimated that they were severely slaughtered by the boss.

At the same time, he also felt that perhaps reselling these antiques could make a lot of money.

He is indeed not short of money now, what he wants is money to make money, so that his children and grandchildren can live a life of superiority.

Mo Fan has a big plan, and these plans are slowly being implemented.

When the shop owner saw someone coming in, he smiled until the creases on his face piled up.

"Two guests, do you want to sell something?"

"This hairpin, you make a price!"

Mo Fan spoke concisely.

The boss took it from his hand, took a closer look, and found that it was indeed a good thing.

Looking at the two young men, they probably haven't seen much of the world, and another fat sheep came.

He can use this opportunity to make a big killing, and it won't take long for the branch to open.

"Little brother, this hairpin is not worth much. Since you brought it to me, I can't let you come here for nothing. I will give you 1000 yuan. What do you think?"

Thousands of dollars are enough for them to agree. The children nowadays don't have much money at all, so it would be nice if they don't have to be in debt.

It's a pity that his wishful thinking is doomed to fail.

"If it's for thousands of dollars, do you think I'll make a special trip?"

Mo Fan had a sneer on his face, and without waiting for the shop owner to say anything, he snatched the item back from his hand.

"If you don't want to accept it, there are some good things that people are willing to accept."

"Don't go, don't go, I just lost my sight, I'm really sorry, can you show me something carefully?"

The shopkeeper grabbed his arm, with a fawning and false smile on his face.

If the thing can be obtained, no matter how much he pays to buy it back, he can earn at least [-]% if he sells it.

"Then make a good estimate."

Mo Fan took the things back.

The other party did not dare to make random bids, and said, "If you are willing, this hairpin is 60 yuan, what do you think?"

"can!"

Mo Fan readily agreed.

60 is not bad for his current situation.

Mo Yi stared at the side with straight eyes.

It only took ten minutes, and he couldn't accept the big changes.

The 100 yuan thing turned around and turned up a sky-high price. If this is said, who would believe it.

"If it's convenient, give me a card number, and I can call your card."

said the store owner.

Mo Fan stretched out his hand, "Give me your bank card."

"mine?"

Mo Yi couldn't believe it, but he still handed over the card.

"Yes, it's yours."

"Give!"

"Just put the money on this card."

Mo Fan didn't want the money.

This money should be regarded as a gift for him and used as pocket money for him.

Mo Yi never thought that such a good thing could fall on his head, and he made up his mind even more. From now on, he will put Mo Fan first. If anyone dares to say that he is wrong, he will be the first to refuse.

"Okay, okay, then call this card, and I will ask the financial manager to call right now."

In about a few minutes, Mo Yi's cell phone rang, and hundreds of thousands were added to his bank card. All this was like a dream, just like a dream.

(End of this chapter)